Sweet Addiction (Sweet #6)(66)

“Cole,” she whispered. His name was like the sweetest of endearments falling from her lips. It sent a thrill coursing through his veins. Like a drug. One he couldn’t get enough of.

His name. No one else’s. Her acceptance of his ownership.

He cupped her br**sts, rubbing his thumbs over her tight ni**les. Then remembering her account of the night at the club with Lucas, he turned her away from the railing until she faced Mike and C.J. He was still buried deep inside her but he’d stilled, wanting to ward off his orgasm so he could bring her to release again.

“Touch her,” he said hoarsely. “Touch her but be gentle.”

C.J. fell to his knees, his eyes so dark with lust that Cole wondered if he’d already come in his pants. His hands trembled as he reached tentatively to touch her br**sts. Then he glanced up at Cole as if seeking permission for more.

Cole nodded. “Touch her any way you like. With your hands, your mouth. But don’t hurt her. You’ll show her the respect she’s earned. I want her to enjoy every minute.”

As soon as C.J.’s mouth closed around her nipple, she moaned and stiffened. Her pu**y tightened around Cole’s c**k and he moaned along with her.

Mike forewent her body and angled in from the side, his hand cupping Ren’s face just before he kissed her. It was a savage kiss, like he meant to devour her. It was an odd sensation to have another man kissing his woman so passionately while Cole was f**king her from behind, but he was unbelievably aroused and so was Ren, judging by her frantic movements and the sudden wetness around his cock.

Wanting her to have as much pleasure as he himself was finding, he slid out of her body. At first C.J. pulled back and even Mike took a step away, as if assuming that Cole was calling an end.

But Cole merely repositioned himself at her ass, spread her a little further so the angle was adjusted and then he carefully began to work himself inside her.

He hadn’t used any lubricant and he knew her wetness wasn’t enough to make it bearable. He wanted that fine line between pain and pleasure. He didn’t want to hurt her too badly, so he patiently worked at getting inside her.

Some pain was good. He wanted that edge. He wanted to feel her reject his c**k and press forward anyway. She would want it too.

“I have oil,” Mike said gruffly. “Suntan oil. It’s here in one of the compartments.”

Cole smiled. Already Ren had made another conquest. As much as Mike had wanted to witness her punishment, he now couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt.

He gathered Ren’s hair in his hand and pulled slightly back. “Tell him, Ren. Tell him how you want it. Do you want it easy? All slicked up so I glide right into your sweet little ass? Or do you want that bite? Do you want to fight my invasion and have me force your surrender? Tell him so he knows.”

He could just see the glitter in Ren’s eyes from the angle he looked down on her face. Her face was suffused in color and heat and so much anticipation. She had a drugged look and her lips were swollen from another man’s kiss. It made him want to savage her mouth, to replace Mike’s mark with his own. But he’d sworn this would be about Ren’s pleasure now that she’d withstood her punishment.

“I want the pain,” she said hoarsely. “I want it hard.”

Cole’s hands moved down to her hips until he gripped her hard, giving her nowhere to move to, no way to fend off what was coming. Then he thrust hard. “Like this?”

She shuddered and convulsed around him, pinned to his body, helpless. “Oh God, yes. Just like that.”

“Then stand there and take it. Tell your men to touch you while the one who owns you f**ks your ass.”

“Touch me,” she pleaded, her gaze finding Mike and C.J. once more.

C.J. needed no urging. As before, he dropped to his knees and cupped both br**sts in his hands. He looked like a kid in a candy store. His mouth closed around one nipple and the wet sucking sounds he made spurred Cole on.

Mike took her mouth again, but this time he slipped his hand between Ren’s thighs.

“That’s it,” Cole said in approval. “Give her what she needs. Use your hands to show her what two cocks feel like.”

Then to Ren, “Tell me what it feels like, baby. Are his hands inside you? Are his fingers long and thick like my cock? How does C.J.’s mouth feel on your ni**les? Are you wishing that I’d let them f**k you? What if I let them take you right here on the deck while I watched? What if they f**ked you so long and hard that you couldn’t walk tomorrow?”

She let out a cry and he knew she was gone.

“Son of a bitch,” Mike murmured as he reclaimed her mouth. “She’s coming all over my hand.”

C.J.’s hands slipped around to the backs of her knees as Cole continued his ruthless ass f**king. C.J.’s mouth never left her br**sts. He sucked and licked like a man starved. He acted like he’d never been that up close and personal with a woman’s br**sts in his life and he seemed determined to make the most of the experience.

Mike’s mouth gentled on Ren’s. He kissed her with reverence and then stroked her cheek with his other hand, pushing aside a strand of her hair as he stared into her eyes. Then slowly, he pulled his hand away from her pu**y and Ren sagged, still impaled on Cole’s cock.

“Hands behind your back,” Cole ordered.

Ren gave him her hands and he captured them at the small of her back, holding her captive as he bent her forward so he could finish. He slapped against her ass, hard, with the purpose of orgasm. His release gathered in his balls, put a stranglehold on his c**k and raced up the head until it felt like he was going to explode.